Friday, 29 April 2011

Last night I dreamt that I went on holiday to Beechenhill Farm, which is in the Peak District and is where my family and I used to go for holidays. It's a beautiful place to stay and there's lots of memories there for me <3

In the dream I remember being incredibly stressed, it felt like something terrible was happening to me and that I needed to get away. There wasn't any ifs or buts about it - I HAD to have a holiday, so I went to my dad (who died last year) and asked him what I should do. He told me that the only place to go was Beechenhill Farm and he arranged everything for me. It was like one minute I was saying 'Alright, I need a holiday' and the next I was there at the farm.

Every time we've stayed there before we've been in the separate cottage, but this time I was in the main house, which looks like this:

I've never actually been in this part of the farm before, but in my dream everything looked warm and comforting, and there was a lot of wooden furniture and a HUGE television. There were dozens of bookcases packed with all of my favourite books, the fridge was fully stocked, the bed was amazing and everything was just perfect. I also remember feeling terribly small compared to all of the rooms, like I had somehow Alice in Wonderland-ed myself.

This all lasted for about a day, and then that night I got really bored and incredibly homesick. I'd read all of the books (somehow), there was nothing on TV, there was no internet and I was all alone there.

I started to get that horrible 'Oh no' feeling again, and I suddenly realised that I didn't know how much the holiday would end up costing. I called my dad, who told me that I didn't have to pay for anything until I left and I asked him how much it would be in the end. I imagined around £300, but he told me it would be more like £1000.

There was some kind of mad rush towards the end of the dream, like everything was on fast forward and I was in the middle of it panicking. Not a fun dream, not at all.

Tuesday, 26 April 2011

Following on from my dream about Japan and dollfies, I bought some new clothes for said BJDs today.

My sisters, Pan & Cate, run a website called Geek Stylish, which sells dollfie clothes for a few different sizes of dolls. I've asked for these three styles to be made for Alois and Yu-chan:

On the dream front, I'm currently reading 1984 (George Orwell) and the other night I dreamt that I was living in the same kind of dystopian world, although I was a man so I guess my mind was trying to recreate me as the main character, Winston Smith. Anyway, I seemed to be the only person who understood that the Nazi-esque regime was bad and, for some reason, decided that the only way to solve the issue was to snap people out of it ..... by performing an elaborate aerial rope act, something similar to this:

Saturday, 23 April 2011

I was living in Japan with my flatmates, Helen and Graham, and my boyfriend, Justin. We were living in a traditional Japanese house that looked like this:

Everything was seen from above, and I distinctly remember that it was like there was a camera sat above a ceiling fan, so everything that I saw had the fan spinning around in front of it. That sounds like it would be annoying, but it wasn't, it just felt like I was watching a movie ... shot from a weird angle.

Anyway, Justin and I woke up and decided to go into town. Skip to town - suddenly we were in a hotel going up to our room (very fancy hotel as well, but still in Japan) and when Justin went to open our room door (with a key, not one of those keycard thingys) a ninja dropped down from the ceiling. Typical ninja outfit and everything, just holding a katana. For those of you who can't picture him:

We both then unleashed stunning kung-fu skills and beat the ninjas (they multiplied) away, all the while still being seen from above. We had to fight our way back home, there was lots of shooting in the streets and a fair amount of 'watch outs!' and the like.

Now, I collect dollfies and I have 3 of them, Alois, Yu-chan and Risa:

They might not lookit but they've all very, very expensive. Anyway, when we got back home Helen was in our room and was very pleased with herself. She'd bought me more dollfies (not sure how - wait, this is a dream!) and had somehow changed all of their faces, so mixed amongst them were MY dollfies and there was no way to tell which was which. I remember doing that 'I'm-so-angry-but-I-can't -do-anything-but-make-strange-noises' thing and her saying she had done it especailly for me - didn't I like it?

And then I woke up and frantically scribbled the dream down so I wouldn't forget.

Basically, you've wandered onto (or been pointed in the direction of) my dream blog, created after 23 years of suffering with some of the weirdest dreams I've ever heard of. I've had the one about the tiny vampires, the one about the children with the scary pieces of fluff in their pockets, the one about the dancing zombies and the one about the river of lava outside my mum's back door and, after all that, I've finally stopped trying to ascribe meanings to them.

Don't get me wrong, I love dreaming. I feel incredibly sorry for people who don't have, or can't remember, dreams and, as a writer, they're a constant source of inspiration for me. The only issue is that I'm wont to forget my dreams as soon as I've brushed my teeth in the morning, unless they're extremely memorable. I've kept dream journals before, but they usually consisted of me falling back to sleep on the diary before I'd finished transcribing the dream, and it wasn't until a few weeks ago that the idea for this blog came about.

Enter Natalie Mott, my boss, who came up with the latter half of the name for this blog.

Me: I want to call it dreamscapes and .... something.

Nat: Dreamscapes and Bollocks!

Well, it went something like that anyway.

SO. If you want to read about my weird and wonderful dreams, follow me. I hope I can entertain some people with them, if not entertain myself. And btw, there will be some bollocks in this blog as well, in the form of 'today I ate porridge for breakfast' and 'I bought a new dress the other day'. Sorry about that, but I'm too lazy to make two blogs, who do you take me for?